Flask

I lie in bed not low but close and watch the ceiling age.

Do please favor me with a lobotomy. My gray matter has expired.

I wrestle with beauty on both sides of many coins.

I write this with id as ego bores masses massive hanging them by their legs.

How can one who has seen much know little to nothing?

The rules change

That is why.

So much

Rule itself means less

Meaningless

If the bedsores do not prevail the Will to Power must

Such is only nature

And natural nurture

An aesthete set aflame.